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Monday, December 10, 2007

ICE SHOWER....SECOND DAY

Tulsa is in the midst of an ice storm. Approximately two inches of ice has fallen. Districts are without power meaning nearly 100,000 customers have no electricity. I guess no The Price is Right today!

It's been a night of interruption. A small power plant sets two blocks from our house. Transformers exploded 13 times (I counted) over the night accompanied by the rockets blue glare....not how the Star Spangled Banner exactly described. We have broken limbs falling all around us. One reason is we have 26 trees in our yard. I don't mind it when we lose limbs as long as they don't land on the house. Ice storms are one of God's ways of trimming my trees.

I like these kinds of days/nights. Disruption of the usual isn't all bad. Yes, I dressed by candle light this morning at 5:30. That was the time of the 13th explosion so I just got up. I started a fire in the fireplace to have some portion of heat, lit a couple of candles so see by, and was on the road by 6:15 with nowhere in particular to go.....except for coffee.

I've learned this morning of several others without power. Some are transferring their household to stay with close friends. These are great days! How fun!

I was thinking the same thing as Dusty said! Were you peddling a generator to run your computer?

I always loved the beauty of an ice storm and, in my younger years, found the inconvenience of it interesting. Finding alternative ways to do the normal routine, especially just staying warm. Years ago we found a litter of puppies huddled around a tree in the church parking lot just after an ice storm. They were very young and literally freezing to death. We took them home, raised them, and found them homes. That's my fondest memory of ice storms.

Terry Rush

My World

We all get lost in our workaholism, people pleasing, and numbing behaviors as we try to escape the pain of life and the messiness of loving others. But some of us appear more whole than others, and that may be the greatest danger of all. It results in the last addiction: we rely on ourselves to heal ourselves, and so we miss the healing path.

Sharon Hersh...The Last Addiction

I miss being in the company of risky and complex thinkers, people who are invested in our culture and who challenge me to think to the edges of my comfort zones. I believed then and I believe now that where everybody thinks the same nobody thinks very much.Rosaria Butterfield...The Secret Thoughts of an Unlikely Convert